Previously: Pippin swayed on her feet before suddenly dropping onto the floor behind the Witch's body. Whatever spell that had fallen over the three hunters was broken and they rushed over to their fallen comrade as fast as they could. Blood bubbled up from her mouth and she coughed heavily, he scarlet liquid running down her lips and chin. Emmy frantically pressed her hands against the bullet wound, between two ribs under her right breast, Pippin cried out weakly at the touch as she convulsed slightly, her hands clenching into fists and then relaxing in a spasm like motion. For the first time in her life, medically, Emmy's mind went blank.
"Pip! I-" she looked at her friend, frozen. Emmy had never been afraid of blood until she saw Pip's staining her shirt and covering her fingers as she tried to keep pressure on the wound. She could feel broken ribs under the wound, and hear the gurgle as her lungs collapsed and filled with blood.
"Pip, no-I can fix this. I can help-Pip, you've had worse than this." With her draining strength, Pip took Emmy's wrist to watch the mark of the curse fade herself. She looked relieved to see the mark fading.
"I-It's 'kay." Pippin slurred before her eyes fluttered and closed.
"No! Pip this curse isn't worth loosing you. It's not worth dying! No! I'm so sorry, Pippin please! Don't die!" Emmy begged as Dean patted the dying hunters cheek.
"Hey! Don't you go to sleep! Don't close your eyes Pippin!" Dean ordered as her eyes slowly fluttered open once more, her chest heaving in effort to pull in oxygen. "Gabriel, Castiel! Get your feathered asses down here!" Dean barked out as Emmy let the tears roll down her cheeks. The flutter of wings pierced the air seconds afterwards, followed by Castiel's desperate voice echoing throughout the warehouse. "Nanaeel ipamis die! Please!" Cas begged as he ran over to Pippin. Her head lolled to the side weakly as her eyes opened just a crack. She simply smiled at the Angel. "Cas..."She breathed out before her chest fell still.
Now:
Emmy frowned as she tried desperately to focus on the lore of the Dijnn that Sam had given her to read; even though she always had Pippin's journal close by or on her person at all times. She felt a sudden pain that radiated from her chest at the thought of the older hunter. She tried to focus back on the same sentence she had been reading for the past five minutes but found herself distracted once more. Emmy jumped slightly when Dean laid his head on her lap as he surfed the internet for more leads. In the four month span since Vela and Pippin's death the two hunters had finally fessed up about how they felt for each other. A lot had changed since they went to bury Pippin on Langlois Mountain. Castiel and Gabriel had went off on their separate ways. The three hunters still worried constantly about Castiel, seeing how broken up he was after he arrived seconds before she died. He had cradled her to his chest; yelling at her in Enchoian. It hadn't been a welcome sight and Dean had to all but tear Cas away from her body. At first the boys had wanted to burn her body but Emmy had swiftly stepped in and refused to allow them to do that. She had foolishly thought she could trade something she had for Pippin's return so after the burial she tracked down a crossroads demon only to find out that Pip hadn't gone to Hell. Both a relief and a heartbreaker; Emmy and the others had to move on. It hadn't been easy either. Emmy often spent a good majority of the time trying not to think about how it was her fault for Pip's death. How she had been the one to pull the trigger. How-
"You're doing it again." Dean's concerned voice broke up her thoughts and she glanced down at him. His green eyes and dirty-blond hair. The freckles that was splattered across his cheeks. God, she had it bad for Dean Winchester. She was thankful for him though. He knew when she started thinking overwhelming thoughts about Pippin and began to blame herself for her friends' death. It had taken her an admittedly long time for anyone to get it through her head that Pip knew that if Emmy pulled the trigger that her bullet was possibly going to go through them both. But it was mostly Dean that helped keep her in check and in turn she did the same. They had become pretty adapt at reading each other. She smiled gratefully at Dean before leaning down and giving him a brief kiss.
"Thanks Dean." She mumbled sweetly before Dean sat up and wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her in close to him.
"You ready to gank this fugly Dijnn?" He asked as he lowered his voice an octave or two and Emmy felt a shiver run down her spine. She closed the Winchester's journal and Pippin's journal and sat them aside on the table.
"Mhm. It'll be nice going back to what I'm good at." She responded, causing Dean to chuckle slightly, his voice rumbling from his chest and through her back. She suppressed another shiver that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room before she rested her head against his chest tiredly. He automatically raised his hand to run it through her hair and she practically melted into the touch. Emmy let out a heavy sigh while her eyes closed lazily. She defiantly liked naps more often now that her and Dean were an 'item'.
"Well I've got everything packed and Sam is waiting in the car so let's get moving." He stated and Emmy grumbled slightly as her comfy pillow moved to get up, pulling her up along with him. They moved through the garage of where they were staying for the time being, passing a tarp covered object that Emmy firmly tried to ignore, not wanting the painful memories to rise to the surface. They slid into the Impala, Dean in the driver's seat and Emmy in the passenger seat. Ever since Dean and Emmy had gotten together Sam had been demoted to the back seats.
The drive to the old house had been uneventful other than the prank war that Dean had started between himself and Sam. They pulled up to the house, the gravel flying slightly, before Dean shut off the Impala and got out of the car, stretching. Emmy slid out behind him and Sam before she ended up staring at the house. It wasn't anything super stupendous or stunning, it was just a normal house with two bedrooms and two bathrooms. They casually strolled up to the front, passing the garage on their way to the door, when something in a triangle of concrete caught Em's attention.
"Em?" Dean asked in curiosity as she bent down and brushed some of the dirt out of the faded and hard to make out words above the small hand print that could have only belonged to a child. Emmy didn't know anything about the house so she was honestly surprised to see the handprint. She squinted her eyes as she brushed her bangs out of her face, trying to make out the scrawled and messy letters.
"What's it say?" Sam asked in equal curiosity, leaving Dean to keep an eye on their surroundings, as he bent down next to her. Emmy's heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, to the point where she thought she couldn't breathe. In the concrete above that tiny hand was the simple name, 'Pippin'.
"oh," She breathed out before standing up and backing away; stumbling slightly in her haste to get away from the concrete triangle. "She lived here. This is the house she was so fond of." She mumbled and Dean tried to soothe her as he ran the pads of his thumbs in circles on her shoulders.
"Hey Em. Look at me." Dean demanded softly, causing Emmy's head to lift up and look at him with sorrow written across her features. "It's gonna be alright, okay?" Dean said and Emmy slowly nodded her head before gathering all her strength and courage. Sam opened the front door slowly as Dean and Emmy held back; just in case. The tense moment went by and Sam recoiled as he coughed slightly, the smell of rotting flesh and burnt flesh mixing unpleasantly together. Emmy gagged a bit and Dean pulled up the collar of his t-shirt to cover his nose to block out the worst of the pungent stench. Sam motioned for them to come see inside and they moved stealthily while trying to ignore the smell. Once they reached the door way Emmy reeled back in shock at the scene inside. The living room was in pure chaos. The IV stands that the Dijnn had been using were thrown about and cracked into multiple pieces. The couch was was violently overturned and as the three stepped inside they found the source of the rotting smell. A decaying body sat in the corner of the room; not including the bones scattered about the room. Sam bent down and picked up a piece of fabric, flannel by the appearance of it. A nearby barrel was labelled 'Dijnn', the inside filled with the burnt ashes of what had to have been their Dijnn they were hunting.
"Someone had a blast. Look, they broke off the bone of this poor bastards leg and used the IV stand to beat back the Dijnn until they could get their knife." Dean pointed out as Sam brought the bloodied flannel scrap of flannel over for the others to examine.
"Whoever it was they didn't make it out unscathed. Took off a huge chunk of the flannel." Sam inserted quickly before they hustled out of the house and back into the Impala. Emmy sighed heavily as she rested her head against the window, wanting to sleep but knowing the drive back to Pippin's Grandparents house wasn't all that long.
"So did you lovebirds have fun with the Dijnn?" Gabriel asked flippantly as he closed the laptop with a soft click before pushing it to the side and turning around, trying to avoid hitting the dogs in the process. Emmy shot Gabe a look that clearly meant yes before she collapsed onto the nearest couch while beckoning Dean to cuddle with her silently.
"What was left of him at least. Someone had gotten there before us and took care of the problem." Sam explained to the Archangel as he snatched his laptop back from him and settled into one of the recliner seats. The silence permeated the air heavily for a moment before Gabriel shrugged a little and began scratching Winnie's stomach.
"So what now Samsquatch?" He asked in curiosity as Sam frowned as he started typing an email to the retired hunters that where vacaying in Mexico. Sam ignored Gabriel's question and Gabe quirked an eyebrow in his direction.
It was a cool day, no rain, and very little wind which was unusual for the Oregon coast. Emmy traveled down the dirt trail, taking in the gently swaying trees and the nature surrounding her on all sides. It started softly at first, barely audible and Emmy just ignored it and continued on her way. Suddenly the tune got louder and she could hear a voice singing familiar lyrics.
" Talk to me softly Emmy looked around for the soft, familiar voice and the person it belonged to. She started down another path as the voice grew louder and clearer in quality. She snuck through more bushes and up a second trail before coming upon a clearing with trees uprooted and unnaturally thrown to the ground. She focused on the person sitting with her legs crossed on the tombstone that resided in the middle of the wreckage. "Don't you cry tonight
There's something in your eyes
Don't hang your head in sorrow
And please don't cry
I know how you feel inside I've
I've been there before
Somethin's changin' inside you
And don't you know,"
I still love you baby
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight," Pippin sang softly, a warm and inviting smile graced across her lips as she slowly dropped off the words and continued humming the tune happily.
Emmy jolted awake at the same time Dean did and they painfully smashed their foreheads together before Emmy rolled off the couch by accident and hit the floor.
"Sonofvabitch..." Dean muttered huskily as he clutched his nose tightly while Emmy frantically scrambled to her feet while apologizing repeatedly over and over again. Sam rushed into the room, whiter than a sheet as if he'd seen a clown.
"Sorry to interrupt the cuddle fest but you two need to see this."